Posted by mjmurra on August 09, 2010 at 10:09 [24.14.119.84]
In Reply to: Sammy Part 6 outline. posted by Narada on August 08, 2010 at 16:42
Sammy looked in her rear-view mirror as the red and blue lights flashed. “Fuck! I can’t afford another speeding ticket. I just want to get out of this fucking heat!” Puddles of invisible water shimmered on the road stretching infinitely out ahead. The air was distorted, thick and heavy with the heat of the sun off of the hood of her car. Sammy reached down and fiddled with the air conditioning, slamming her hand in disgust at the non-responsive controls. She looked back in the mirror, watching as the female cop radioed from her driver’s seat. “Oh great. Probably a dyke bitch. Just hurry the fuck up.”
The parched land was desperate for water. Tilted buttes and iron spires stabbed the empty sky, white with the unimaginable heat of the sun. Plants dead on the outside clung in sparse clusters to their sandy homes, burning wind chiming through their vacant leaves. Red and orange rocks dotted the fiery lunar landscape, disappearing and reappearing in exotic mirages, providing the only companionship to the lonely plants and creatures living here.
Sammy rolled down all of her windows, leaning back. Her skin stuck like Velcro to the leather seats, peeling slowly off of her as she attempted to move. Every cloud was burnt away, no shade apparent anywhere. She pulled out her insurance card, tapping it in an irritating fashion on the steering wheel. The sun screamed off of Sammy’s mirror as the cop got out, walking towards her through the heat.
Sammy looked up at her as she spoke. “License and insurance please.” Sammy held them out, trying to act as innocent as possible. Beads of sweat ran down her temples, splashing on her upper shoulders. “You know how fast you were going?” The female officer was unlike any Sammy had ever seen. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, her reflective shades mirroring Sammy’s image. Her light blue shirt was tight against her ample tits, top two buttons open. The short while in the air caused her flesh to glisten lightly with sweat. She was beautiful…unbelievably beautiful.
“I uh…I’m not sure. 55?” Sammy fidgeted nervously, anxious to get moving. Her skin was warm, her body tingling with strange, erotic feelings. She could feel the sweat run down her inner thighs now, cooling lightly on her hot flesh. She was dressed for the weather, wearing tight cutoff jean shorts that covered her no more than panties would. Sammy’s firm breasts were covered by a lime green bikini top, loosely tied in the back.
“Try twice that.” The female officer leaned down even further, her eyes hidden behind her sunglasses. Luckily for Sammy she was wearing sunglasses as well, and could easily divert her attention to the abundant cleavage right in front of her. She could feel her stomach tense with nervousness, her pussy dampen with the view of the police woman’s tremendous tits. “As I am sure you are well aware, traveling at such a speed is beyond reckless. Unfortunately, you leave me with very few choices here. Could you step out of the car please ma’am?
Sammy fumbled with the door handle, slowly popping it open and stepping out into the sunlight. The furnace-like heat was worse out here than in the car, the sun staring down with an intense glare. “Please…I-I don’t know what to say…I’m sorry, I really am. I’m just trying to get out of the heat. I’ve got a long way to go and…” Sammy felt her stomach tighten further, a huge weight shifting in her bowels. “…and I uhh…I’ve gotta use the restroom.” Sammy put on the best innocent appearance she could, sticking out her lower lip and squirming slightly.
“Please step around to the front of the vehicle.”
“Honestly – I don’t think this is necessary. I was just speeding.” Sammy complied with the officer, knowing that something was different. Something was definitely off about what was transpiring.
The police office grabbed Sammy’s arms and pulled them behind her back, bending her over at the waist on the hood of the car. She gasped as the cold steel of the handcuffs clasped around her hot wrists. The police officer paused, leaning down towards Sammy’s cheeks, whispering lightly. “Prove it.”
“Wait. What? I don’t understand. Please, I didn’t do anything.” Sammy looked over her shoulder, the dry wind tossling her damp hair across her face.
“Prove it.” The police officer stepped back, looking at Sammy from behind her impenetrable sunglasses. Sammy could feel her staring, could sense her eyes piercing into her.
“Prove what? Seriously, I don’t understand. What the fuck?!?”
Sammy looked at the officer, her face frozen in a stunned expression. The golden-red haired police woman held her finger to her lip, silently signaling for Sammy to be quiet as she slowly slid her night stick up her inner thigh. “I want you to prove it to me. You said you had to use the restroom. So prove it to me. If that’s really why you were in a hurry of course.” She slid the baton further up Sammy’s thigh, lightly letting it hover between her legs, over her jean shorts.
Sammy could feel her legs weaken, her inner lips start to swell with the sexual stimulation. “Is-is this some sort of joke?” She felt the hot metal of her car press into her tits as she was forcefully pushed forward. It burned her, but the sensation was in no way painful.
“Does it seem like I’m joking? Prove it.” She ran the baton harder between Sammy’s legs, sliding it back and forth, pulling up against her. “Show me how bad you have to go. Show me that it was worth it, driving down my highways with such reckless abandon. Prove it to me. Unless of course you want to take a ride back into town with me.”
Sammy searched for words, searched for something to say to get out of this situation. She felt uneasy, confused, horrified, and above all else, extremely turned on. She could feel the crotch of her white thong panties growing more and more slippery with each passing second, could feel the swelling of her lips, the increased sensitivity…she could almost smell herself.
The police office leaned forward, her cherry lips inches from Sammy’s right ear. She breathed in deeply, tasting the air around Sammy’s body, a faint hint of sweat and suntan lotion. “What…” she pulled her night stick hard against Sammy’s cutoffs. “…are…” Harder. “…you…” HARDER. “…waiting…” HARDER! “…for?” She brushed Sammy’s hair away from the back of her neck, kissing it lightly. Her hands slowly untied Sammy’s bikini top, letting the strings drop down her sides.
Sammy’s stomach tightened again as the cop kissed her upper back. She could feel the weight of the police woman’s breasts on her back, could feel how firm they were through the thin material of her shirt. Sammy pushed lightly, feeling a movement inside of her. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew her rights, and this was definitely a violation of them. But she needed to…as if she had no other choice. Sammy could feel the cop’s hands on the back of her legs now, could feel her placing kisses on her jean-covered ass.
Sammy didn’t know what else to do…didn’t have any other options. She let her muscles loose, feeling a small spurt of pee flow into her tiny panties, quickly forming a dark blue spot on her shorts. “I’m sure you had to go worse than that…” Sammy pushed harder, a dancing stream of piss running down her right thigh and splashing on the fiery asphalt. She could feel tiny drops splash on her lower ankles, a refreshing bit of cool in the otherwise inescapable heat. Sammy moaned softly, closing her eyes and putting her head down on the hood. Once again she was aware of how hot the hood was, how the metal should be burning her, but for some reason it wasn’t…as though it wasn’t real, wasn’t there…
“Now that’s a good girl. I knew you had to go more…that you weren’t a liar.” The police officer stood up again, her hand between Sammy’s legs, rubbing her crotch as the piss dripped to the road below. “Seems like you had to go quite a bit.” She admired the stain spreading up Sammy’s ass crack, watching as the shimmering liquid flowed down her tan lags, over her cute feet, pooling on the highway. Sammy let her hair hang down, staring at her reflection in the hood as she felt the cop’s hand on her mound. She didn’t know how to react…what to say…what to do…Sammy could only listen to the wind, the hissing of her piss, the splashing on the pavement. She felt hot all over. Sick. Turned on. Confused.
“There. Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” The cop’s hand was still between Sammy’s legs, cupping her, pressing up against her. A solitary tear ran down Sammy’s cheek as she looked back over her shoulder. She was finished. Her piss slowed, gently fading to a stop. She thought she was out of this. “…but you aren’t done, are you?”
Sammy screamed at herself as she shook her head. “Why are you doing this Sammy? Just tell her you’re done! You’re finished!” Her body betrayed her, the cop smiling wickedly. She reached around to the front of Sammy’s body, slowly rubbing her lower stomach.
“I thought you had to go a little more. So let’s not waste our days, ok? Do what you need to do.” Sammy’s palms were sweating, her body soaked. She closed her eyes again and pushed, grunting. She could feel every detail, acutely aware of every sensation running through her body. Sammy’s stomach moved, knuckles white. Her asshole spread wide, a large load sliding out of her and filling the back of her shorts. She could feel it spread out, slipping up her crack. She couldn’t help but gasp, inhaling suddenly. “What a good girl you are.”
The officer reached slightly into the back of Sammy’s shorts, grabbing her thong and pulling up sharply. Sammy could feel it smash her shit, smearing it further on her cheeks. Her panties were now peaking above her waistband, her nipples hard, skin pouring sweat. “I think you’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you? You like to stay out of trouble, don’t you?” The officer walked around to the front of Sammy’s car, climbing up on the hood. Sammy looked up intently, her lips slightly parted. She watched as the cop began unsnapping her pants, sliding them halfway down her thighs. She bent over in front of Sammy, her red panties inches from her face. She reached between her legs, her hand slowly stroking up and down her slit. Sammy could see the wet outline of her lips, could smell her in the dry air.
The cop’s panties were filled rapidly, a wet crackling sound rushing to Sammy’s ears. She felt herself cumming hard, her load firmly against her ass. It was soft…warm…so perfect against her skin. It was intense, emotional in a way. Sammy remained transfixed as the cop slid her panties to the side, exposing her pussy. She slowly ran her tongue on the edge of her baton, reaching back with it and parting her puffy lips. Her right hand guided it in, slipping, stretching her wide. Sammy wanted desperately to reach out, to help fuck her. In and out. She rode her nightstick hard, sliding it deep.
Sammy was in a continuous state of orgasm. Her body was reacting violently, pussy saturated with juices, piss clinging to her legs, shit spread out in the seat of her pants. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She could only stare intently as the cop fucked herself inches from her face, panties stretching with her tremendous load. The cop looked over her shoulder and met Sammy’s gaze. “Wake up Sammy.”
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